"Hating a group means they're firing blind if they decide to act. You have a bright red target painted on your back," Connor said, shrugging his shoulders. "But you also have what you're threatening. Power, order, human lives. There's no way for this to be completely bloodless."

Connor toyed with the edge of the jacket. He should use it to dry himself properly. It was already just soaking in water anyway, all he's doing is being inefficient about it all.

"But at this stage, you could just disappear. Scatter everyone to the winds and walk away and live your own life. It wouldn't be particularly hard to make your own identity, the systems aren't nearly as secure as the government likes to think," he said. He's not even sure why he's saying this. For a reaction? Another way to stop the revolution?

He's....not actually sure.